A Letter from Amaryllis

When you tell me that you envy me, how beautiful and perfect I am,
How I live a perfect life among the whispering water and winds,
I want you to take a look closer at me,
See what has become part of me,
Every curve, shade, rip..
Just watch… and observe..
With your eyes…
..
And now close your eyes,
And see me with your heart,
Do you see that beauty?
Do you feel that envy?
Do you notice me?
Am I fit into your definition of beauty with your eyes, open or close?
What story do I tell you?
And if you ever wonder, what makes you notice that story in you?